Venerable Liaoran spoke heavily, causing Long Yan's heart to tighten involuntarily. Everything has cause and effect, it's true, but what about retribution and the like? Long Yan doesn't believe it. After all, so many people have died here, yet no one has come to care.
If Long Yan hadn't relied on his sense of justice, he probably wouldn't have come here. There are many other ways to complete the Old Madman's trial.
Venerable Liaoran closed his eyes tightly, forever wondering whether the Buddhist path he insisted on was the true path or if what his disciple Shiran had understood was the true way. This was always a mystery.
Watching Long Yan, who was about to disappear from where he originated, bypass Venerable Liaoran and head straight towards the Great Hall.
"I need to trouble you with one more matter."
The disappearing Venerable Liaoran called to Long Yan, even the string of Buddha beads in his hand faintly began to vanish.
"Help me find the real answer."
"Hmm."
